Jan 2, 2019
An Olde Poem, by Nerieda
”A Poem for a Lover, A Poem for a Friend”
This is the 10th or 12th time,
I’ve lost sleep over you
my desire to be with you,
vs. my desire to let you go
You are a Flying Laureate
and I am a bow
I cannot contain you
Yet the moment you touch my strings
I sing!
When quiet comes
I grow ill
So do not stray from me wordsmith
For the moment you touch down
You Elongate me.
- NT
to MIGLEP
Written April 2016